A little jaunt for a coffee this evening really drove me crazy. The tower my hotel is in has everything - restaurants, grocery stores, high-end shopping malls, cheap shopping, dry cleaning, even a medical facility. So I went down to floor 13 for some coffee. This was the fucking noisiest Starbucks I have ever been to. There were about 200 young adults and they were so, so, so loud. And I mistakenly did not specify my order was "to go" so they put my cappuccino in a mug. So I had to stay there to drink it. Unbearable, it was.
A weird detail: the girl who made my cappuccino had a mole on her arm with really long hair growing out of it. It looked like a punctuation mark - there was so much hair growing out of it.
Labels: coffee, mole, social anxiety